Look
Ma! No Hands!
Fumbling with bloody stumps
through telephone directories hoping
to find some meaning in the air between
the pages. drowning in the effervescent
liquid of your love, I reached in
for a sip and found myself floating
helpless. will no one come to save
me? When I'm all alone and talking
to the walls and all the termites
living underneath my carpet gnawing
at the 2X4's cemented to the foundation:
the very things I have allowed myself
to put so much faith in.
hands cut off.
mouth shut.
eyes closed.
Would it be so bad to let it all
just fall away?
Look ma! No Hands!
This guy on the corner just told
me that I was a dead men.
huh... who knew?
every morning I wake up and tell
myself the air I'm breathing is
not really some carcinogen but may
poor head is reeling. stomach twisted
up into these knots like celtic
jewelry I'm growing quite concerned
about this monster looming over
me. I'm sitting in a recess drawing
lines upon a flat rock face I'm
paying attention to the sign that's
marking my hard place. My pathway
to the future paved with broken
glass and shattered bones. I've
eaten all the breadcrumbs that had
marked the path back to my home.
ever wonder what the hell's in
hot dogs?
the birthday boy's always right.
they told me
maybe I'd be ok
you've got a goddamn gift boy.
something's just not right. I can't
place it. But it's just.
normalcy is leaving me. I've got
no will to fight or flee. The stump
left from the giving tree is all
that still remains of me. The sky
is falling, and chicken little led
us one and all to be the foxes'
meal but I can't bring myself care
at all.
so I'll just sit down on the couch,
take off my shoes and hat, and go
to sleep, I guess. it's all I've
got left.
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